When the Cure Feels Worse Than the Disease: My Repatha Nightmare

I thought I was doing the right thing when I agreed to try Repatha injections. Supposed to help with cholesterol, supposed to make things better. Well, let me tell you — it did anything but.

After my very first injection, I thought I was fine. Then day three rolled around, and I woke up sick as a dog. I’m talking full-blown vomiting, all day long. By 10 PM that Thursday night, I was so dehydrated and weak that I had to be hauled off to the hospital.

That was just the beginning.

The Pain That Won’t Quit

Since that first shot, the left middle part of my back and into my left side has been screaming in pain. We’re not talking sore muscles. We’re talking the kind of pain that makes you cry at 3 AM because you can’t sleep, can’t sit, can’t find one damn position that doesn’t feel like knives. And here I am, almost five weeks later, still hurting.

My doctor gave me a few days of pain pills to try and take the edge off, but those are long gone. Heating pads, stretching, lying flat, nothing touches it. Every night I toss, turn, curse, and beg my body to just let me rest.

Not Just Me

I did what most of us do when doctors shrug their shoulders — I hit the internet. Reddit was full of people telling the exact same story. Back pain, leg pain, thigh pain, pain that took eight weeks or more to let up. Misery shared, but no real solutions. Just a bunch of folks like me trying to ride it out, wondering why something that’s marketed as safe leaves us broken down like this.

Why I Stopped

After just two injections, I was done. I refuse to keep injecting poison into my body if it means living in pain every single day. No medication is worth throwing up until I’m in the ER or crying myself to sleep from pain that won’t quit.

Doctors might call it “rare” or “uncommon,” but let me tell you, when you’re the one living through it, there’s nothing rare about it. It’s real, it’s hell, and it wrecked my life for weeks.

What Now?

Honestly? I don’t know. I’m stuck between bad options. Do I keep rolling the dice with meds that wreck me, or do I just take my chances without them? All I know is this: Repatha and me are over. Period.

If you’re thinking about taking it — do your research. Read the forums, listen to real people, not just the glossy pamphlets with smiling faces. Because the truth is, some of us are left worse off than before we started.

And right now, I’m one of them.